✿ THE HOUSE ✿
Adra's house is a cozy stone cottage on the outskirts of Caissa, close enough to the sea that one can hear the breaking waves throughout the day.
This afternoon, there's light, cool rain falling intermittently, tapping in a rhythm at the windows and roof. Fortunately, the kitchen is warm, bright, and welcoming. Its counters and tables are covered with freshly prepared foods of all kinds, and there are plenty of chairs for visitors who might like to sit and relax.
A door from the kitchen leads out into the garden, which is not quite yet fully landscaped, but which boasts a promising array of flowers (orchids, roses, lilies, tulips, etc) and herbs. Adra's also cultivating strawberries, tomatoes, lettuce, and so on; the strawberries and cherries in particular are ripe for picking. Adra has strung enchanted, floating fairy lights all over the garden; they cast a soft, ethereal glow over the paths and carefully tended patches of greenery. At the garden's center, there's a clear pond filled with red and pink lotus blossoms.
Back inside, a visitor might like to rest in the den. There's a roaring fire in the hearth, and sitting near it for a short while offers a boost to the weary spirit. Soft, plush chairs and couches fill this room, making it ideal for lounging. The tables are covered with books borrowed somewhat indiscreetly from the library; they deal largely with the magic and history of Enprise.
Adjacent to the den is Adra's study. In here are half-empty bookshelves and antique rolling desk covered with neat stacks of papers, boxes of quills, and numerous pots of ink, each one in different, brilliant colors. His journal is somewhere here, too ...
Finally, down the hall one will find a half bathroom and, across from that, the door to the second bedroom--belonging to one Gilgamesh. The master bedroom, belonging to Adrasteius, is at the end of the hall. There's a full bath in there, but this room is definitively locked.
✿ THE SPREAD ✿
As usual, Adra's gone over the top in his preparations. For drinks, there's a sweet, refreshing punch; delicately pink and decorated with sprigs of flowers. There are pitchers of sparkling ice water, jugs of wine and spiced mead, and plenty of glasses to share.
Though Adra does not eat meat himself, he prepares it ably; there's a honey-glazed, roasted turkey in the center of the table, right beside a carving board heavy with seasoned, hand-carved slices of fresh beef. Red potatoes, bright with paprika and salt and glistening with pats of melting butter, are arranged in wedges around the turkey. There are woven baskets of steaming rolls, flaky and soft; platters of carrots and broccoli and asparagus; enormous bowls of belly-warming soup filled with thick wheat noodles, sliced egg, and shredded cabbage. At one end of the table, there's a plate of burgers, along with small dishes to fix them--bacon, crispy onions, sauteed mushrooms, and all the necessary condiments. He has plates of savory pies, filled with beef or pork or chicken; steamed and fried dumplings stuffed with meat and spring vegetables, plump and perfectly shaped.
The desserts are similarly extravagant: he has a plate of meticulously crafted flower and fruit cakes; some look like ripe, blushing peaches, others, he shaped into red orchids, lotus blossoms, or golden roses. He's made a chocolate tart so dark that its smooth, sugar-dusted surface shimmers reflectively in the overhead light. Cupcakes of all kinds are scattered here and there, as well as an extravagant, multi-tiered confection dripping with fudge sauce, encrusted with sliced strawberries and vibrantly colorful, fondant flower petals. There are loaves of warm banana bread; fruit tarts glittery with rainbow sugar crystals; and, under glass, an assortment of flavorful macarons baked to look like something plucked right from the starry sky.
But the most important thing about Adra's lavish banquet is this: all of the food is enchanted, laced with magic meant to inspire feelings of comfort and security. Eating it may conjure up familiar, welcome sensations or memories--nothing sorrowful or painful, and only as specific as you'd like. It could be something as simple as the feeling of a fuzzy blanket on a cold day, or as complex as a particular soothing memory. In all cases, the intended effect is meant to inspire calm and ease.
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She takes his hand into hers now, and rubs it warmly. There. Now he can rest a bit.]
I suppose so. To teach us. Though we would have to experience it. And whether or not we would risk it to gain everything. These decisions are very hard.
[But knowing how her own life has went, she's always been determined to decide, once and for all. That being said, living as a human nowadays has shown her that sometimes, that's not always the best course of action.]
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[ He sighs, feeling the friction between their hands, feeling the heat in his own blood. ]
I was born in this month, you know. On the day of the summer solstice. My brother and I both.
[ He looks at Vietnam while he talks, his felfire eyes liquid, soft. This might seem like an abrupt change of subject, but it's not common for him to discuss anything personal to himself, not to anyone. ]
My brother was fine, but the midwives said I was born burning. The first night in my crib, I nearly melted the damn thing.
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June 21st? Or...R-rosa 21st? [And he has a twin? There was a strange familiar feeling...like she always knew that. Or suspected. But how on earth would she have such a feeling when this is the first time Adra's ever told her.
Either way, she's going to have to get him something. But she keeps that piece of information to herself for now, and listens as he speaks of his youth.]
What happened after? Did you cool down? Was it because...magic?
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Yes, Rosa, if we go by this world's reckoning of the calendar.
[ As for his misbegotten infancy ... ]
I cooled down enough. It's just--something in my blood. I had difficulty controlling it for a long time. Sometimes, I still do. But it's always harder in the summer.
[ By midsummer, his blood, on some days, feels like it's boiling. ]
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So it is soon...but ah, you won, it is not overcome, but you are managing it. That is power in itself.
[He kissed her fingers before, no? So it is only fair she returns the favour. She lifts his hand up, and kisses the back of his palm.]
There. Such warmth will not hurt me.
[Well, it might here, but she knew a good number of things that hurt her will always heal.]